Page 67 of Screwed
That warmth inside her spread wider. “Thank you.”
“Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. I…I stood up to them.”
“Good for you.”
Some of the tension eased out of her body. “Yeah. And I think my dad was kind of surprised by my business plan.” She sat on a stool, feeling lighter and calmer. “Anyway. I need to ask you some questions about the party for your mom, and the birthday cake. Do you have time right now?”
“Sure.”
“Do you know how many people will be there?”
“Yeah, I just checked with her friend Barb, and they’ve confirmed eight friends. With Ginnie, Kevin, me, and you, that will be twelve.”
Her mouth fell open. “Me?”
“Yeah. I want you to come. You’re helping to plan it, and you’re doing the cake.”
“I’ve… I don’t even know your mom. Are you sure she’d be okay with that?”
“Hell yeah, she’ll be fine with it.”
Would she think there was something more to their relationship than there really was? How was Cash going to introduce her? She should probably decline the invitation so things didn’t get more complicated. But it was nice of him to invite her, and they were friends…sort of… “Okay. So, um, the menu. I looked online, and you get three choices of salads, three main courses, and unlimited desserts. Except I’m bringing the cake, so when I talked to them, they said they’d give us a choice of three starters as well in the fixed price. Is there anything in particular your mom likes?”
“Hang on. Let me go onto the website.”
Callie opened her browser and found the site, also. Together they decided on selections.
“Now what about the cake? What kind of cake does your mom like, and do you have a design in mind?”
“I have no clue. All those flowers you make are cool, but it looks like a lot of work.”
She smiled. “You’re going to pay me for it, right?”
“Of course I am!” He sounded so horrified that she laughed.
“I was teasing. What’s her favorite color?”
“Christ. Um, I think it’s pink.”
“Hmm. Okay. What about a pink lemonade cake?”
“Sure.”
She shook her head. “Do you want me to sketch out a design and send it to you first?”
“Nah. Whatever you come up with will rock.”
“You’re not helping me much.”
“I don’t know anything about fancy cakes.”
“Go to my new website and look at some of the pictures.”
“Your website is up?”
“Yep.” She gave him the URL.
